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last night in europe... "sleep well" on nights like tonight, thoes words never wrok togather. im going to be up all night, im shure. i leave tomarrow at 5:00 am, it is a three hour car drive to london, and a eight hour plane trip to the states, im not looking forward to it at all. also, i dont know what to say to my father tomarrow. he gave he a hug goodnight, and i could already start to see the teares forming in his eyes. thats one thing i didnt get from him, somthing i guess i learned on my own, after he left. i dont remember the last time i, personally, felt as much emotion as he does on a normal day, so much emotions isnt good for a person, lol. tomarrow, he is going to start balling at the terminal, i know it, and all i will be able to do is stand there, my blank face that sudgests that i might care. (i also have to live with the fact that i know damn well that i dont) that "might" is the only reason im not another person to him. he is a romantic, and i, i am a realist. i am 17 and he is 47, i realized love is...nothing he still beleaves ::sigh:: i dunno, i need money, im almost broke, and have a ton of stuff to buy. i hate being in poverity, lol clint mansell=god no contest i dunno, i might write some more latter tonight, i have to pass off enough time for them to go to sleep atleast, i need a cigarette. 01:10 PM - Edit Post - Remove Post a comment in response: |
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